However, before the assimilation was complete, Jörmungandr might swallow it first. The master's dojo had already been swallowed up in one gulp. After its forked tongue swept away the last glimmer of light, it retreated behind the gray mist once more, like a predator that had eaten its fill, leisurely drawing back.
Of course, this was not the end.
Beyond the churning aetheric gray mist, the outline of a colossal devouring maw was slowly taking shape.
Yu Lian sensed the complete collapse of the firmament surrounding this pocket world. An inexplicable oppression came from space twisting and folding back upon itself, while every sense in his body registered a profound pull and distortion.
The shattered psionic field was like a heap of glass breaking apart on the spot, its fragments tumbling and drifting in all directions through the gray mist.
"Now!"
Lan Jiufeng had already pulled himself free of his earlier grief. His hair and beard bristled, his gaze blazed, and he drew his divine sword, slashing through the empty space before him!
A streak of swordlight flashed past, avoiding the gray mist, yet seeming to carve a road of light through the empyrean.
Yu Lian gave the colossal maw beyond the gray mist a meaningful look, but it was as though he saw that sky-shrouding vertical eye once more. Before that being, he was as tiny as a worm, yet he still bowed to it before following his master into the path of light.
The master and disciple became streaks of light and broke free of the restraints of that space.
The world spun around them as the sensation of crossing dimensions struck again. This time, however, Yu Lian felt elated.
He and his master had fought their way through, cutting down foes left and right, and finally escaped